I stepped onto the elevator yesterday at noon with my Tacodeli menu in hand. A coworker got on at the next floor. The following conversation transpired.She said: Tacodeli, eh?
I said: Yeah. I've got to have it at least once a week.
She said: Dave [her husband] can get junk food on Tuesdays. I let him get whatever he wants.
(stunned) I said: Have you ever tried this place? It's really good.
She said: Why would I... I mean... I can make tacos at home.
The doors opened and she got off at the first floor before I could retort. "Not like these you can't."
I have no time for these people.
